Remodelista and Gardenista Design Contests

As I’ve been putting this new house together, the home renovation site Remodelista has been my go-to source for design inspiration and resources and I’m certain that Gardenista will be just as instrumental when it comes time to renovate my garden.  (Can’t wait to “dig in” come fall once the days are cooler and there’s rain on the horizon!)  Though both sites’ editors and contributors (me included) look for design inspiration in our neighborhoods and backyards, we can’t be everywhere and that’s where you come in.  Send along images of your home or garden projects and they might win a Design Award and be featured on these popular sites.  Both professional and amateur projects are welcome but here’s the catch–they need to be submitted by midnight on Monday, July 7th!  As of today, the categories with the least entries and therefore lightest competition include Best Office Space, Best Garden Shed or Outbuilding (professional) and Best Edible Landscaping (open to all.) Here are the contest specifics for Remodelista and  for Gardenista.  Do consider submitting your projects for consideration–it’s a generous thing to share your creativity!


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Happy 4th!

Happy Independence Day!  How are you celebrating the 4th? We’re searching the unpacked storeroom for our flag, assembling a new grill to replace the old Weber that got crunched in the move and catching up on The Americans (so good but intense!). Tonight, barring too much fog, we’ll see if our new hilltop location affords us a view of any fireworks.  Hope you see a little sparkle in the night sky as well.

Happy Weekend All!

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Home Making

This past month I’ve been playing a complicated game of hide & seek hoping to find just the thing I needed without unearthing too many other objects that would make the hunt harder. With each passing week more things have found like things and I can now go to the closet where I stashed pillows and blankets or the cupboard that houses red wine vinegar and soy sauce and find guest bedding or marinade makings. Some of the open shelves–like these at the entrance to the laundry area–are filled with artfully arranged objects.

Others, like these utility shelves off the laundry room, still need a little work. This weekend we unloaded boxes of kitchen and craft supplies onto these sturdy Uline shelves. Here’s what they looked like before we unloaded the boxes.

Here’s what they look like now.

It will take a few days to gather the fine china into a corner, cake pans into another, spools of wrapping ribbons onto one end of a shelf and jamming jars onto another, but at least I know these second-tier essentials all have an accessible home.  I’m almost the master of my little domestic universe and that feels So Good.

One thing that’s become clear in all the sorting is how vertical and varied this house is.  It tumbles down the hillside so gracefully that at first you don’t realize how much elevation you’re covering as you move from one level to another. Then, at the end of a long day of unpacking, you understand why you feel like you’ve hiked a mountain or two when you collapse into bed.  In describing the house we say there are three levels—the master bedroom on top, the public rooms in the middle and the guest bedrooms below—but there are actually six levels that we use every day.  Along with the main three there are the street entry level, the laundry/storage level and the large storage room/crawl space on the way to the guest bedrooms.

Then there are the many decks—one at the front entrance, two off the kitchen/dining room, one off the guest room/office, and three others before you make your way down to the back garden.  Entering from the back and taking in all the decks surrounding the central redwood tree you might think you’d stumbled onto the Swiss Family Treehouse North. (Really, we need a rope bridge or two and we’d be set to charge admission.)

For a relatively small house (2200 sf), it’s a lot to decipher. Given all these different, modest spaces, I’ve been spending a lot of time thinking about what things should stay and what should go.  For the interiors, that’s meant some serious editing–furniture and rugs that don’t work with the style or scale of the house have been relegated to the garage and I’ve been judicious about what new pieces are allowed in.  The style differences aren’t so pronounced outside so for the decks I’ve been able to use a mix of refurbished and new furniture supplemented with old and new pots and plantings. (In case you haven’t noticed, July is a great month to pick up deals on outdoor furniture and accessories as stores make way for fall merchandise.) For example, here’s how the two decks off the kitchen are shaping up. The southwest deck showcases all new furniture and pots from West Elm–a good resource for this modern house.

The east-facing deck is anchored by two old Adirondacks from the now defunct Smith & Hawken outlet in Berkeley. We painted the chairs the same grey that we used for the living room bookshelf and added two more West Elm clearance pots to hold shade tolerant plants. These two decks were recently rebuilt to put the house on the market and we’re expecting the wood to darken up within the year.

I love how these little seating areas visually extend the interior spaces. Even if we don’t spend much time resting from our unpacking adventures—it’s mentally refreshing to see that we could.  This is all by way of saying Home Making can be challenging—at least when you’re getting to know a place–so it’s good to pace yourself and provide some rest stops along the way.

Oh—and yes, the refrigerator was finally installed.  It’s so beautiful it makes me almost forget the hassle it took to get it up and running. Even without any rope bridges to navigate.

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Hello! I’m finally reporting in from the other side of the move.  We only uprooted 2.4 miles—a longish stroll, really, but a move is a move and even a short one can make you feel like you’ve traveled a very great distance.

The move itself went smoothly but was exhausting.  Six professionals did the bulk of the heavy lifting—including a hair-raising transfer of our tall upright Yamaha piano.  A number of men from our church joined them at the new house and helped unload all the boxes once we arrived. Bless them!

Two friends brought dinner and another stopped by that evening with freshly laundered sheets and helped make the bed. (What a treat—something to offer when other friends move.)

As luck would have it, the next week was full of can’t-say-no commitments—mostly for M.J. who was asked to speak at a memorial service for an old friend at the beginning of the week and officiate at the wedding of some of his students at the end. Work and other night time commitments kept him away from home and I was left alone to unpack while doing battle with the cable and phone companies—a challenge worthy of an entire unpleasant blog post but I’ll spare you.

Meanwhile construction continued.  Gustavo was able to get the stove, cooktop and dishwasher in the morning (!) of the move. But the refrigerator—where this whole kitchen appliance switcheroo began–was still on backorder. About that time, Steve attempted to repair a few busted boards in the front walkway before painting and discovered this–

We knew all the decks of the house needed some work, but we didn’t realize how significant the dry rot was at the front.  Thank goodness the walkway held through the move and no one was injured, but we couldn’t just slap a coat of paint on it and ignore it.  So everyone shifted focus to the front deck.

The refrigerator arrived just after the walkway was finished but the interior entry stairs to the main level were steep enough that the deliverymen decided it was best to take the long way around.  Here they are lifting all 500 lbs. up the back deck stairs on a misty morning (such weather we get up here).

I’d like to say that was the end of the refrigerator saga, but alas, it continues.  Though Gustavo had carefully measured and allotted for the specified refrigerator dimensions, when he came to install it, the refrigerator fit in the space but didn’t have enough room for the doors to clear.  Furthermore, one of the handles the appliance company delivered was too short and couldn’t be attached.

We decided to take a break from all things kitchen related until Monday. And I spent some time outside trying to take the long view.

But today, Monday, I’m writing this to the familiar sound of a drill running as Gustavo and his coworker Geo modify the refrigerator opening again.

It’s easy to focus on how far we have to go, but I should also note how far we’ve come. We can find clothes in the closet and food in the cupboards.  The laundry is up and running and the garage door opener finally works. Last night for Father’s Day we straightened up the living room (isn’t that what most Dads like to do on their day?) I’ve added a new jute rug from West Elm and had the painters paint our old bookshelf a dark grey (BM “Iron Mountain”).  We haven’t filled it with books yet and the new slipcover still needs to be hemmed but at this stage of the game I’m less concerned with perfection and more grateful for the many things that are perfectly fine.


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Moving On: Odds & Ends

So here we are at the end of this crazy month of remodeling.  I just left the new house after taking a peak at the glossy grey floors, the final coat still shiny wet as it begins to cure.  The new coat of exterior paint (White Heron by Benjamin Moore—more white!) glowed against the clear blue sky, recalling those breezy white homes you see on Greek hillsides.

I’m whupped from simultaneously managing the construction project and packing up to move, but so pleased with the results.  Yes, there are things missing—the refrigerator is on back order for a month!—and we didn’t make all the deadlines we were working towards, but we did accomplish so much.

Today I made my final run to Home Depot for some odds and ends—a temporary shower curtain rod for the guest bath, more red rosin paper to protect the floors during the move, and  parts to repair the garage door opener including some doorbell wire.  A friendly employee named Cassandra led me to the wire then pointed to the doorbell display above and said, “This is my favorite thing in the whole store.”

Then she showed me how the doorbell can be programmed to play different ring tones like “Silent Night” or “The Star Spangled Banner.”  She giggled as she turned the switch to Beethoven’s “5th Symphony” for a little drama.  I laughed and asked to take a photo of her demonstrating the different rings.  Another customer jumped in at the last minute.  It was a silly shared moment that highlighted how much fun so much of this has been.

Thanks for coming along for the ride.  Catch you on the other side of the move.

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Moving On: Bits & Pieces

“You’re moving in next week ?” said Jill, my trusted move-in/move-out house cleaner as we toured the new place.  Looking at the paint splattered floors, unmoored broken appliances and piles of wood shavings,  I understood why she thought that seemed iffy. Would the house be ready in a little over a week for us to move in? I felt a little better the next day when William Anderson showed up to help pick the final floor color a month after he’d first seen the house. “Everything looks great—you’ve done so much!” he exclaimed.

Yes, yes we have. The new house is still very much a construction zone, but through the haze of drywall dust I can see what a lovely home we’re making. Here’s some of what transpired over the last week and a half.

In the kitchen we analyzed the cabinetry to figure out what could and couldn’t be modified so we could order our new appliances.  For example, the existing cooktop is ventilated with a downdraft.  It would be a major undertaking to add a ventilation hood to the kitchen, but also some work to incorporate a beefier downdraft.  We’d need to modify the pullout drawers beneath the cooktop, which would mean that my 12″ skillet couldn’t live there comfortably.  So for now, we’re sticking with what we’ve got ventilation-wise and hope it’s enough.

However, we opened up the refrigerator box to make way for a cabinet depth refrigerator as well as the original pantry cabinet. Yes, I know it looked this way in my last post.  You can see why Jill’s a little skeptical about our timing.

Gustavo worked on the defective copper tubing that feeds the refrigerator icemaker but called in William the plumber to install the new faucet and InstaHot–something I didn’t think I needed until I had one in my last house and missed it so much in our rental that I decided to forgo the sink soap dispenser and put one in its place.

While he was there, William the plumber (not to be confused with William the decorator or Bill the electrician or Willie the floor refinisher) also moved the powder room sink pipes over a few inches to the center of the room.  Then he worked with Gustavo to cut out an opening behind the existing washer and dryer so the appliances could be inset into the laundry room wall and not jut out two inches into the opening of the adjacent storeroom.  Another example of little things making a big difference.

We’d been warned that the washer also leaked, but hopefully with new hoses attached that problem is solved.  And look at the nice new floor covering–a remnant of white hospital grade vinyl that M.J. found at Anderson Carpet and Linoleum. “We could do surgery in here,” says M.J.  Top of my list, honey.

Gustavo spent many hours reconfiguring door openings and hanging doors.  Here’s the new entry closet door–remember the utilitarian bi-fold doors that were there before?  We closed up the closet opening just a bit so the closet door was the same distance from the front door as the garage door to create a pleasing symmetry on the entry wall. Then we replaced the garage, closet and powder room paneled fir doors with solid doors that will be painted Swiss Coffee like the walls so that they mostly disappear.

All the doors on this level now have more modern hardware–Helios by Emtek.

The Miracle Method guys spent a couple of days spiffing up the master bath shower and guest bath tub. In my dream house I have a beautiful deep freestanding tub, but for now I’m just grateful to have one that isn’t significantly gouged and scratched on the edge.

In hopes of finding a replacement handle for the shower, I visited several plumbing vendors.  Turns out this handle and likely the others in the house are from Moen.

I didn’t have any luck yet finding an attractive replacement kit, so I’m still on the hunt.

Along the way I saw these cool pipes at Emperor Supply and this jaunty shark sign at Moran Plumbing. I like to think about sharks in my plumbing pipes–don’t you?

The same day the refinishers were finishing up in the bathrooms and Gustavo was hanging doors, Bill from Early Light Electric showed up to tackle a laundry list of small items–in the laundry room and elsewhere! He modified an old track lighting box so we could hang our West Elm capiz shell chandelier in the dining room, got the other bathroom and laundry room fans running, installed lights in some of the storage areas and put junction boxes for two yet-to-be-purchased sconces in the powder room.  Here’s his truck along with the rest of the workmen’s fleet in the driveway. Holy Moly, we were cooking with gas that day!

The reason everyone showed up All At Once was because we decided to do the floors after all.  I initially thought we could live with them as they were since they’d just been refinished to sell the house, but the color kept bugging me.  The red oak planks had been covered with an amber stain that made them turn orange–not a good match for the white-washed ceilings and kitchen cabinets.  And frankly, the job wasn’t all that good.  Nail heads peppered the floors and looked streaky in spots. We knew we had to have several areas repaired but was it economical or ethical to also redo newly refinished floors?

“You’ll never do them again if you don’t do it before you move in,” said my sisters and friends.  ”If you can stretch at all, this would make such a difference visually,” said the pros–William the decorator and Steve the painter. Finally convinced, I searched for a recommended floor refinisher that could work with our rapidly approaching move-in date and ended up hiring Amber Flooring in Emeryville.

It was tricky to choose a color from the many lovely samples in the showroom. I knew I was looking for something on the coolish side, but was tempted by that hot red.

Regaining focus, I settled on something in the medium gray range after William showed me some planks from another project he’s working on.  Here are some samples painted on the floors after they’d been stripped.  We ended up choosing the sample on the upper right–3 parts white wash to 1 part Ebony–because it looked best with the kitchen cabinets close up and therefore we assumed would work well with the similarly whitewashed ceilings above.

I was surprised at how battleship gray the stain is when it’s first applied, but then it quickly turns a more ashen/bronzed gray as it soaks into the wood.

Today, all work ceased in the house as we waited for the stain to cure. This is what I saw standing outside on the deck as I–yes–watched the paint dry. It was a lovely, calming sight. NOTHING else can be done here for the next few days. Which means I can stop running around and go pack. Because, yes, we are moving in next week.


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Moving On: Nuts & Bolts

This week we’ve been working on the guts of the house—and by we, I mean our handyman Gustavo Portillo with M.J. assisting at times and me peeking over their shoulders trying not to panic when things get ripped out to Make Things Work in our kitchen and bathrooms.  Take a look.

We knew the refrigerator wasn’t viable when we bought the house.  The cooktop was down to one working burner and we suspected something was up with the tired old dishwasher since the newly refinished floorboards were buckling in front of it.

Gustavo pulled out the dishwasher and it was clear that there had been a leak there for a long time.  Figuring that if three of the four appliances were going to be replaced, we might as well take advantage of some incentive pricing and upgrade them all.

But the cabinets needed to be modified to accommodate the newer appliances which required someone with carpentry, plumbing and electrical skills.  Gustavo has them all plus a calm, steady presence that keeps me from freaking out getting agitated when I hear the latest installment of What’s Wrong Now.

For example, none of the bathrooms have working ventilation fans.  The guest bath and powder room fans were disconnected (too noisy, perhaps?) and there was no fan at all in the master bathroom–just a heat vent and a central heat lamp/light.  Curiously, there was a mysterious vent outlet on the wall outside the master bath that looked like it should probably lead to a fan.  Gustavo did some precision surgery on the ceiling and discovered a vent all prepped and ready to go but we needed a fan.  He sent me off to Emperor Electrical Supply in Oakland’s Chinatown to pick up a Panasonic fan.  I wanted to snap a few portraits while I was there, but that seemed rude. Let’s just say the place was full of characters as well as electrical supplies.

I brought two fans home—one with and one without a light—and decided to go with the lighted fan at the toilet end of the long narrow space and move the central light a few feet over to the shower. Maybe it’s because as a kid I’d occasionally step into the basement shower in our farmhouse and find crickets, grasshoppers or sometimes even frogs, but I do prefer a lit shower.

Finally, we played musical doors throughout the top two floors.  The front entry houses three doors—a central front door flanked by the garage door on the right and bi-fold closet doors on the left.  The front door is made of redwood and maple with medieval-style hardware including an elaborate speakeasy; we call it The Hobbit Door.  The other two doors are made from unpainted fir with traditional panels.  Everyone agrees that all three doors are good quality and likely upgrades from the original (plain?) doors, but since the style and color of the fir doors don’t match The Hobbit Door or compliment the modern architecture, the floor stain, or the white washed ceiling—the whole entry feels jumbled.

Interior designer William Anderson recommended we just trade out the side doors for simple painted white doors to clear the clutter. Painter Steve Vaughn has also been working on cleaning up the front door to give it a more contemporary look—more on that later.

Gustavo is reframing the closet opening to accommodate a smaller flat door which should approximate the dimensions of the garage door.  We’re also replacing the powder room door with a plain door so that all the doors on the main level, with the exception of the front door, match.  That frees up the powder room’s existing paneled fir door to replace the broken pocket door by the shower/toilet area of the master bath—which will also match two small paneled closet doors nearby.  Still with me?

These are all projects we would have dealt with slowly over time had we just moved into the house. (Maybe–I was raised in a large family where you learned to make do and move on.) But having this month to work on small but significant construction projects means Team Pritchett is knocking them out before we move in.  Then we’ll be back to putting things off as usual.

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Friday Things: Bringing Back Our Girls for Mother’s Day

The Nigerian schoolgirls kidnapping story makes me want to weep.  How can pockets of the world continue to resist efforts to educate women? Aren’t the men of Boko Haram (translated “Western education is a sin”) also fathers, brothers, husbands and sons? Would they enslave their own mothers, sisters, wives and daughters? I grieve for the parents who wanted their daughters educated and instead lost them to these madmen.

On this Mother’s Day weekend, I want to thank my own mother and father for educating me.  My mother’s mother (and all the generations that preceded her) never went to college.  My mother dropped out to have a family–starting with me–after she married my dad. She nevertheless encouraged me and my eight siblings to obtain a college degree and couldn’t be prouder that several daughters and granddaughters have gone beyond that to attain advanced degrees.

The photo above is of my daughter Sydney at a recent year end gathering of the Mormon students at Harvard Law School.  The entire student body at HLS is 49% women, but the Mormon group is clearly skewed towards men. That’s not because Mormons don’t believe in educating women–46% of the students at BYU are women and 1/3 of the students at the BYU law school are women—but there is a strong cultural bias towards starting families early and a pervasive expectation that women will stay home to raise children. Every woman struggles with the question of work/life balance but for Mormon women there is less support to figure out the work part of the equation so many girls interrupt their education to marry and have children.

As I was finishing up my junior year at BYU, a boy I was dating told me that my intention to go to law school when I graduated was misguided, perhaps even sinful. He said that the right thing for me to do was to get married—to him, of course—and start having children. He was surprised when I not only refused to take his advice/proposal but broke off our relationship.  Fortunately, kidnapping was not an option.

Over time I suspect larger numbers of Mormon women will start to fill graduate school ranks, much as they have undergraduate. I say that because one of the key tenets of the Mormon faith is that “the glory of God is intelligence.” Also because there is such a strong legacy of smart Mormon women doing heroic things to raise their families and develop their communities.  These women—like my grandmothers, my mother, aunts and mother-in-law—may not have had extended formal educations but they nevertheless provided examples of curiosity, wisdom and an enthusiasm for learning even as they tended to the home front. I wanted to do right by them and I expect so will my daughters and son and their children.

So back to the Nigerian schoolgirls.  What can be done for them and other women denied educational opportunities?  Donations to Kiva or organizations that support education for women are a step in the right direction. You might also consider spending this Sunday—Mother’s Day—praying for one of the missing Nigerian school girls. You can sign up to pray for a specific girl—including Tabitha, Ruth, Aisha, Blessing or one of the nameless ninety-six–here. I’ve chosen “Beloved Daughter 58” to coincide with my own birth year and to recognize how lucky I was to be born into a family who made sure this beloved daughter was educated.

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Moving On: Walls & Cabinets

Week 3 and there’s clear progress in the house. Most of the rooms are painted, the kitchen cabinets and front door are refinished, and the kitchen and powder room renovation projects are coming into focus.That said, there were enough hiccups this week that I ended up one evening pretty much in a fetal position. No major disasters did me in, just a steady stream of miscommunication, escalated costs, dead ends and false starts. “Sounds like you had a ‘gumption trap’ kind of day,” said my friend Nedra as I rehearsed the day’s woes the next morning. Defined as an event or mindset that can cause a person to lose enthusiasm and become discouraged, the term ‘gumption trap’  comes from Robert Pirsig’s Zen and the Art of Motorcycle Maintenance. Coincidently, that’s a book M.J. asked me to read while we were courting (the same year this house was built!) In turn I assigned him The French Lieutenant’s Woman by John Fowles–but I digress. A few days later, things are looking up. Here’s a peek at this week’s progress:

After asking design professionals and friends about their favorite white paint color, I had the painters put some big samples up near the whitewashed ceiling to see what played well with its pink/gray tones. From left to right – Bone White, Linen White and Swiss Coffee. Later on joined by White Heron, Dove White and Timid White.

My friend Jana, a color consultant and the poet behind Green Olive Archives, weighed in by encouraging me not to pick anything with a pink base because it would skew the whole house heavily pink–”which could be limiting.” Otherwise, she assured me that any of the whites I was considering would be just fine. When I worried about the white walls being too bland, she reminded me that in this modernist house it will be my stuff that will bring color and interest. “But will the house feel too cold?” I said, confessing that I was leaning towards Swiss Coffee, one of Jenning’s picks. Jana noted that it was considered a warm white and one of the easiest ones to work with. “If the rooms feel too cold on a rainy winter day—or a foggy summer one–add something as simple as a bowl of oranges and it immediately warms up a room,” said Jana.

She also confirmed what I was seeing on the walls–Swiss Coffee has a brown base which tones down the pinkish cast of the ceilings and now the color of the refinished cabinet fronts. Hoping to stave off a full blown kitchen remodel, we wanted to keep the original cabinets but over time  the varnish was peeling on the fronts near the windows and over the stovetop and had turned a plasticy yellow. You can see the difference, above, with the yellowed cabinet front on the left, the stripped natural front on the right and the cerused cabinet front in the middle.

I asked William Anderson, an Oakland-based designer with a classic, commonsense approach to design, to walk through the house and weigh in on a few decisions. He felt strongly that we should try to refinish the cabinets and not paint over them. Fortunately, our painter Steve was up to the challenge and stripped the old finish off  then found a lime wax that he put over the natural oak to give it a cerused finish. The end result looks modern but retains the original vision of the house. We’re not sure if the stone countertop was original (were they doing stone in 1979?) but it’s a nice piece of green granite and it seems such a waste to have it end up in a dump heap. My only hesitation is that the vaguely pink and green color scheme recalls my original everyday wedding china–Mikasa’s Silk Flowers (so 80s!) Perhaps down the road we’ll change out the tile, but it’s also in good shape and not unattractive. William agreed we should keep both the countertop and tile for now. New hardware and appliances will help update the room.

Besides the track lighting in the kitchen there is only one overhead light in the whole house and that’s in the entry. It’s a chance to make a statement so I want to take the time to find just the right thing for the space. In the meantime, I had the painters hang a simple ceiling fixture that I already owned from Berkeley lighting designer Sue Johnson. It echoes the entry pole (painted a dark grey per William’s suggestion) and really classes up the joint, don’t you think?

Here are some of the painters on a plank stretched between two ladders installing the fixture. This rigamarole does not seem like something we want to replicate every time we need to change a lightbulb. (Broken hip, anyone?) So that will need to be taken into account when selecting the ultimate fixture for this space.

The painters are pausing for a week to work on a previously scheduled project. A carpenter will step in to modify some of the kitchen cabinets for the appliances and tackle some smaller projects at the entrance and in the master bedroom. Then the painters will return to clean things up. Out of order, I know—but with the quick close of the house we’re scrambling to schedule workers when they’re available.

When it all gets to be too much, I’ll try to remember the morning I was out on the back deck and saw two foxes chasing across the ridge, their buff-colored tails lighting up the shade of the native oaks. Maybe the  memory of those lovely creatures–and the desire to be up on the ridge with them–will help me retain the gumption that got trapped earlier in the remodeling chaos.

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Ten Top Designers’ Favorite White Paint Colors

In my quest to find the best white to paint the interiors of our new house, I asked ten designers participating in this year’s San Francisco Decorator Showcase to tell me about their favorite white paint colors.  Here’s what they had to say:

“Any color from Benjamin Moore’s* Color Story Collection is good—they have so much pigment that they all work.” – George Brazil

“I like ‘Elephant Tusk.’  It’s not a true white and has a little gray in it.  Of course, it all depends on what you pair with it.” – Cecilia Sagrera-Hill

“‘White Cloud’ is super clean and white—it’s pure but not cold.” – Steven Miller

“‘Decorators White’ is very clean. So many whites turn yellow, but this stays true white and works well with bright colors.”—Tineke Triggs

“‘White Dove’ is the perfect neutral.” – Shelly Cahan

“I’d use ‘Decorators White’ or ‘White Dove’ if you want a white white with a little warmth.” – Antonio Martins.

“‘Linen White’ is like warm butter,” says Geoffrey DeSousa.  “I tend to stay away from grey whites like ‘China White’ but if you need a cooler white I’d recommend ‘Atrium White.’”

“Monroe Bisque’ is really pretty—it’s creamy and goes well with green tones.” – Jamie Belew

“‘Navajo White’ is very warm with a little depth to it; other whites can be too hospital looking.  Farrow & Ball’s ‘White Tie’ is a good creamy white but it needs a lot of light or it gets too grey.” – Fleur Keyes

“‘Marscapone’ has nice warmth without as much color as ‘Linen White’ but if you’re looking for a great crisp bright white, try ‘Super White.’” – Steve Henry

The choice couldn’t be clearer now, could it?

*All paints Benjamin Moore unless otherwise specified.

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Kathryn Pritchett

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